I return to the pages, To gather my pieces, Grinding time into shape— Somewhere a potter’s wheel Keeps turning. The air still trembles, As if it were pouring Something unnamed On a map of returning. Tangled, braided secrets And blank pages, And the revolving door. Bain-marie Keeps it warm.
Category: Reflection
One More Walk in Acadia
On our last day, we let the hours unfold—We let things sparkle and speak to us. The hazy sky cleared, The breeze winked playfully. The forest opened,Its roots and rocks guiding our steps, while the sea murmured somewhere beyond the trees. There was no hurry,Only the quiet gift of being here,In this place where land … Continue reading One More Walk in Acadia
A Quiet Return
I’ve been away from this space for a while. Life fills and overflows. But poems continue, quietly, like bees in cornflowers or wind from the Cape. I’m here again to share words—old ones, new ones, and the ones still unfolding. You might find reflections, memories, maybe even a few photos. This space is a notebook, … Continue reading A Quiet Return
Ring of Fire 